Ice Water:
I am tired of surfing your waves
Looking for a better shoreline to crash into
As the sweat beads on my chest
You give me no rest
And i begin to fall off of my board.
Your waves are composed of ice shards and garbage cans
They follow me around this ocean and i cannot escape them
As i try to swim away
You make me pay
And I feel the need to apologize.
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